Holy Shit!

Never in a MILLION years did I think I would be THIS successful.  Impatient for Wednesday Weigh Day, I stepped on the scale earlier this week to find that I gained one pound.  Irritated and disappointed, I stripped off my light weight nightgown, pooped, and stepped on the scale again.  There I found I was back where I wanted to be and sighed a breath of relief. 

I actually thought I might have gained a pound or two this week just because I haven't been that mindful about eating and I have been a mamby pamby exerciser.  Plus I have had more negative food related thoughts (last night in my dream, I ate a Heath Bar while riding on an inner tube in a lake.  Someone else put four more pieces of Heath Bar on my knee and I so didn't want to eat them......).  Also, I have eaten out twice during the past week or so, but both times I made super awesome choices.

So on this Wednesday Weigh Day, I didn't know what to expect when I hopped on the scale.  It was pure delight when I found out I lost 3 pounds this week!  THREE!  That is a total of FIFTEEN FUCKING POUNDS!!!!  I cannot believe it!  I started at a whopping 158 and now am at a comfortable 143.  This is my base weight from one year ago, and it seems like this is the weight my body tends to float around.  However, I am determined to remain healthy, and hopefully lose just a bit more weight.